Morocco By D.B.
Carrots, onions, celery, potatoes, chickpeas, tomatoes, and you What do they have in common? They taste great and are good for me too I'd chop them all up and stick ‘em in a stew But of course I'd leave you out For they are so many and you are so few Some salt and pepper, oh so nice Not for you just yet, perhaps when your age is thrice Spices go in as fiery as us Boil and bubble I'd let it rise and fall While we toil our time away locked in a fairy-tale ball Time's almost up, dinner is to be served I finish the dish with some fresh kale I watch it swirl and soften Not unlike my heart before you, which had gone stale We feast and feast! One-a gremlin two-a gremlin Your burp and I burp We play a symphony, louder than cannons in the Kremlin Although fat and happy, I betray my greed Searching the kitchen fruitlessly for something sweet Finally my eyes land on what we both knew I guess you'll just have to do 10
